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Under normal circumstances, she would have deployed her herrevan familiar to seek out the trail ahead. Voe had seen her use this method before, but the squall that moved in while they prepared at the Keep had taken them all by surprise. This high up in the mountains, the weather was as...

At Hersh's suggestion, the wolf snorted, "Only Nordengaard has cells that can hold one Of The Tusk. It would tear this place apart. But yes...I can try to establish contact to learn what is wrong." "The herd has abandoned it," the Warden waved Voe's notion away, "it has probably brought them...

The great wolf sat in silence while the others debated. In her time living and traveling across the tundras, she'd given the Tuskiers a respectable berth, as did the Nordenfiir and others who called the frozen lands home. The Tusks, to their credit, made rather little trouble of their own. Aside...

Frostpeak Keep Eretejva Tundra Frostpeak Mountains Southern Pass "It is a Tuskier" Warden Heragrim Froskir leaned over a map of the eastern mountains of Eretejva. "One of the Tusk?" Darkstride asked, a curious hint of alarm in her tone, "are you certain?" "I would not mistaken it for...

While perhaps not so quick as a sky-bound wyvern, Darkstride could cover ground far faster than any man on foot, and with greater ease than most mounted horses. The hillsides of the Spine were not an easy traverse for a burdened beast, but she held no such limitations of rider nor luggage. Her...

Andel's bow got a side-eye from Darkstride and a pause in her bone-crunching. That, however, earned the young tiefling a snort. With the remains of her evening's meal well-picked, the wolfess finally rose to her paws and gave her black pelt a light shake. "I will scout ahead," it would take...

"Just one or two and I would count ourselves lucky..." Darkstride replied with a light snuff that lent itself to the first inkling of humor in the young Yaegir's presence. She turned back to their trail and resumed leading on. The herrevan trailed them from above, occasionally releasing a loud...

"As I have said before," rumbled the wolf from her distant crunching on bone, "I have no need for your handouts." And yet as soon as the little meal package was set aside, a surge of black feathers whooshed in from above and snatched it up with a raucous HAW HAW. HAAA-AAAW! said the...

Otho's beastly social cues had previously saved him from a sound lashing by the oversized dire wolf in attendance. Darkstride lay at the outskirts of the camp next to the remnants of last night's kill: bones, mostly. A small mule deer would keep her belly satisfied for a day or two, so no plated...

"Difficult to say," Darkstride admitted as a fresh mountain breeze billowed her black pelt, "I small orcs, what I cannot tell is if they are known or not. The scent is muddled..." Roving bands of orcs often moved through the spine. While she'd met various clans in her travels, some had been...

The wolf moved off a short ways, up along the dirt road where she could put eyes on the path ahead. It was clear, but scents on the air told her they were not alone in the valley. These lands were sparsely populated, but populated still. It was not unusual to come across other travelers, but the...

As a witch she had an intimate familiarity with the flora and fauna of her region. Though that familiarity extended mostly to the Eretejva tundras, she had come to grow that same knowledge here in the Summerlands. The trouble was the far greater variety of vegetation and creatures here. Not to...

The wolf moved over to a nearby water trough to sate her thirst in preparation for a long run. The mountain slopes around the Keep were rather bare of useful ingredients. They'd be making way for the forests at the very least, but she had a suspicion they'd be going even farther than that...

Need to know indeed. The wolf had kept her pace even, making no effort to wait for her pup as she made way to the west wing of the keep and the exit that would bring them out to the stable yard. Andel would be needing a horse if her suspicions were right, and her suspicions were usually right...

She'd not made an effort to interact with too many others during her time here, which wasn't especially unusual for the types of people the Noct Yaegir often recruited. Those who preferred their solitude, to work alone and in the dark. Seldom did someone so ... bright and grinny join their...